That Foolish Thing We Call Love (One shot)

That Foolish Thing We Call Love

It was one sunny Saturday morning when I finally felt that feeling I've always branded as foolish.

They say butterflies will tickle your stomach whenever you're with them. Fool why would I let such insect on my stomach.

That foolish feeling they say can make your heart feel like they're always on a marathon, running a mile per minute, running like they're always chasing after something.

They say it can make your day shine, make you feel at ease and protected everytime, it can make you think of nothing but you and them. Such things are nothing but foolish thoughts of a foolish person.

But as the birds sang their tune, chirping in a way that lull you to them, I've always liked the way it flows in my ear but why does it not matter right now?

Everything in my peripheral seems to blur out, everything seems to lose their beauty in my eyes as my whole attention was solely at the person wearing the imperial military uniform that sat below the tree bark.

My breath hitches as that very same person turned their head and looked straight into my eyes. What a daring idiot to stare into MY eyes!

Anger rises through my brain as I watch their lips curve into the most annoying smile ever. (Yet a smile she always wanted to see everyday)

"Y-you idiot! Stand up from that place at once!"

I shouted pointing my index finger at him. The guy arches his brow as he placed his left cheek at the back of his left hand, his smile turning into something more genuine.

"Well good morning lady Boleyn, have you had a good night rest?" He asked softly.

Seida staggered and secretly held the fast beating heart on her chest. What a jerk, does he think he looks pretty while doing that?! (In fact he is, she's just unwilling to admit it)

"That's my place you are sitting on Lord Ragnvindr, stand up there immediately!" She added volume to her voice in hopes it'll calm whatever she's feeling right now but alas it only worsen the fast heartbeat the more she talked and stare into the man's face.

"But I see no name of yours carved into the tree that depicted that this area is owned by the lady?" Lips curving up the more he stare at the beautiful lady's redding face. Does she hate me that much? I'm pretty sure I looked well and didn't do anything to infuriate her?

"My, aren't you happy I came to see you after the war? I've been gone for some time. Besides I've heard you've been waiting for me every day." The young man added.

"You! Arggh! This is pointless!" She bursted and march her way back to her family's manor.

"Careful on your way back! I wouldn't want to see a crying lady because she tripped!" Arden hurriedly said to the disappearing silhouette of Seida. He giggled as he lean his back on the tree, and sighed.

"What a good day to see you again lady..."

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Inside the Marquis Boleyn's Mansion (Seida's family)

"How is she, Anne?" William asked his wife who's sitting elegantly on a red sofa with golden linings.

"I don't k-know..." Anne choked up the sob and the emotions threatening to come out of her throat.

"Weeks had passed since she started talking about Duke Ragnvindr's fifth son, she said she always found him under the tree they always had tea with, but the last time he came here was a year and a half ago before that young man set off to war..." Anne fidgeted, gone the dignified and elegant facade, her voice started to break as she remembered how her daughter always waited for that man to return from the war under the same tree before, although she refused to admit it as her mother she knew how her daughter adored and missed the presence of that gentleman.